Standing at the heart of the countless battles fought with the phrase "Only when things are about to happen," Mystic Deconstruction was wounded for the first time. In the previous instant, a rootless, traceless silver-white crack of light suddenly appeared in front of his left shoulder, its sharp origin cutting into his clothes with a hiss! A faint red bloodstain instantly appeared on his shoulder.
The next instant, a completely new source of existence materialized beneath his feet, shaking the very foundations of the Logic Void Crystal Battle Platform. The transparent runes beneath Mystic Deconstruction's feet twisted violently. Before it could fully comprehend this pressure, the third killing move abruptly appeared from behind his Fate Soul, only completing the separation of his Fate Soul and solidifying his Dao body the instant it touched the source. Buzz! Mystic Deconstruction's chest trembled slightly, his transformed body staggering half a step for the first time, a trickle of crimson blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
Millions of cultivators outside the battle arena gasped in unison. Since the start of the battle, Mystic Deconstruction been calmly analyzing all the laws, maintaining a steady advantage and effortlessly dismantling any changes in the Source Dao. Only now was it truly forced into a state of injury and bleeding by Wanyan.
There was no anger in Mystic Deconstruction's eyes; on the contrary, the injury made the clear, crystalline lines in his eyes even clearer.
The fourth and fifth killing moves appeared one after another. From the sky, the fields, and the gaps between reality and illusion, countless killings came one after another. Each move had a different origin and a different principle. Mystic Deconstruction finally gave up on dismantling them one by one. His hands fell to his sides, and he withdrew all the Jie patterns around his body and returned them to the depths of his Fate Soul, letting the silvery white killing tide overwhelm him.
Bang!!! A powerful strike from the nascent source landed heavily on his chest, causing Mystic Deconstruction to slide backward for dozens of feet, leaving long cracks in the crystal beneath his feet, and his clothes were instantly stained crimson.
He paused for a moment, Mystic Deconstruction raised his eyes and stared straight into the depths of the torrent.
"Every attack only takes root when it is almost upon them."
His voice was soft, yet every word rang in Wanyan's ears. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his expression growing even calmer. "Very well. In that case, you have indeed cut off my chance to dismantle it ahead of time."
Mystic Deconstruction no longer surveyed the chaotic battlefield, but focused solely on the Wanyan themselves. "For countless different forms to be born simultaneously, there must be a higher foundation that bears the essence of 'birth'."
The silver light in Wanyan's eyes suddenly froze.
The Mystic Deconstruction has already broken through the superficial principles of law, no longer pursuing the root of a single form or the reason for its establishment, but pointing directly to the most core essence of the Great Dao. The previous Eligibility for Derivation have been infinitely dismantled and dissolved by Wanyan myriad evolutions, and the Mystic Deconstruction has crossed through layers of appearances to lock onto the origin before qualifications—the original mother body that Wanyan use to bear the birth of all things. All the thousands of independent battles and killings can ultimately not escape this single source of birth.
A transparent point of light slowly condensed between Mystic Deconstruction's brows, as if seeking to trace back to the fundamental principles of the Great Dao.
Wanyan instantly understood its intention, and its expression changed drastically. The defeat in the first round had given Mystic Deconstruction too many opportunities to observe, and it would never repeat the same mistake in this round. Before Mystic Deconstruction delve any deeper, its right palm suddenly pressed down.
With a deafening roar, the entire silvery-white sea of carnage suddenly closed in, completely encircling and surrounding everything!
Avoid one move, and another will arise from the anchor point of the Fate Soul in the mortal world; remove one layer of oppression, and another layer of perception will take its place; before the old moves can be analyzed, the new killing intent has already precisely landed in its analysis.
Swoosh! Another bloodstain appeared on his side. Bang! His shoulder and back were severely injured, and his Mystic Deconstruction Origin Unraveling Runes were shattered by the raging killing tide.
Wanyan's voice boomed like a torrent, the exhilaration of enlightenment in his eyes vanished, leaving only Ultimate sharpness. "You wish to trace back to the origin of all things I created? Then first survive this endless carnage!"
The onslaught of billions of newborns once again overwhelmed everything, creating an overwhelming pressure.
For the first time, an Ultimate solemn expression appeared in Mystic Deconstruction's eyes. It had already touched the core flaw and was only a few breaths away from locking onto the only birth mother. But Wanyan gave it no chance whatsoever, the killing was relentless, layer upon layer crushing, shattering all opportunities for observation and tracing the source.
The endless tide of killing surged and crashed, the runes around Mystic Deconstruction's body repeatedly unfolding and shattering, his injuries multiplying, his robes becoming tattered and mottled, and fine vibrations rising around his Fate Soul. Under Ultimate pressure, Mystic Deconstruction glimpsed the Ultimate truth hidden beneath all laws.
All forms of killing and warfare, though their roots may differ, their principles may vary, and their methods of creation may be unrelated, yet they all share a single truth—birth.
Mystic Deconstruction's eyes suddenly lit up, and he uttered a resounding, "Found it."
These three short words caused Wanyan's Fate Soul to suddenly sink. In the next instant, all the runes around Mystic Deconstruction's body retracted inward, attempting to transcend countless appearances and trace directly back to the Ultimate Origin "birth".
But in that instant, the killing frenzy suddenly stopped. All the silvery-white light, the new life force, and the killing intent from beyond the realm froze in the void, and the entire Wordless Heavenly Disc fell into deathly silence.
Mystic Deconstruction froze, and the millions of cultivators on the periphery were all bewildered, no one knowing why Wanyan, who had the upper hand, suddenly withdrew his attack.
Wanyan still, the layers of silver light in his eyes receding inward. Mystic Deconstruction's words, "Found it," pierced the depths of his Fate Soul like a thunderclap, allowing him to break through the shackles of his own Great Dao.
It evolves infinitely throughout its life, creating countless possibilities and opening endless paths, dismantling commonalities, shattering origins, and stripping away destiny, pushing the evolutionary path of new life in the face of battle to its Ultimate. Yet, in the end, it cannot escape one word—life.
As long as all things are still being born, there will be traces to follow; as long as "if" continues to arise, there will always be a path to the Mystic Deconstruction interpretation. With a single thought of enlightenment, Wanyan suddenly become clear.
Since the Mystic Deconstruction can explain everything that has already been born in the world, then I will reclaim the origin of my birth.
A tremendous tremor shook the entire Myriad Worlds Graveyard. The four Ultimate beasts, the four referees, and the powerful spectators from all sides all underwent a dramatic change in expression, their minds trembling.
The origin of Wanyan things is completely reversed. All the Daoist principles that have evolved and spread outwards in the past are traced back, and the infinite Source Power Return to the Ruins inwards, opening up an unprecedented Ultimate reversal of the Dao - the Primordial Reversal.
This is the first time since Wanyan opened up the Great Dao that he has wielded a sword against his own origin.
The vast, silvery-white net collapsed from both ends toward the center, remaining unbroken, unbroken, and indestructible, merely erasing the "derivative traces" corresponding to each string. Countless possible worlds, diverse destinies, and complex causes and effects all lost the original imprint originating from the Wanyan.
A booming sound, ancient and vast, echoed through heaven and earth; it was the final lingering echo of all paths of evolution returning to their origin.
One by one, the silver-white strings turned from dazzling to grayish-white, then back to transparent, and finally completely dissolved. Ten thousand feet, a thousand feet, a hundred feet, that infinite net of strings covering the sky was completely dissipated in an instant, leaving only a dark ball of light the size of a fist on Wanyan's chest, pulsating and still.
At this moment, Wanyan's silver hair hung down quietly, his robes remained still, and the myriad evolutionary lights in his eyes were completely extinguished, leaving no trace of the phenomena of creation and destruction in the world.
The dark ball of light pulsated slowly, and with each tremor, it withdrew a portion of the possibilities of heaven and earth and erased a portion of the world's remaining space. The void of all realms trembled slightly, and countless cultivators felt a strange sense of weightlessness. The myriad "ifs" in their hearts all became distant and blurred.
Mystic Deconstruction's composure vanished completely, and the white spot between his brows suddenly blazed brightly, as if he wanted to question, trace the origin, and deconstruct. However, the new proposition, the line of reasoning, and the room for questioning were all prematurely withdrawn by Wanyan from the source of his birth.
It turned inward to examine itself, attempting to deconstruct its own reasoning, but as soon as a new analytical idea arose, it instantly lost its foundation for existence.
For the first time, the Mystic Deconstruction has fallen into a dead end where there is no trace to be found and no way to start. It can break through logic, strip away definitions, and investigate paradoxes, but all of this requires "things" to be explained and "reasons" to be analyzed.
Now, Wanyan to fight, resist, or argue; they simply withdraw the source from which all things are born, leaving the water without a source to dry up completely.
The Mystic Deconstruction, colorless origin was restless and expanding, searching left and right, exploring in all directions, but it could not find the slightest principle or difference to deconstruct it. The Wanyan before its eyes were also constantly Return to the Ruins, shedding the form of evolving all things, becoming more and more ethereal and condensed.
The dark ball of light continued to collapse, from fist to palm, from palm to fingers, becoming smaller and heavier, carrying all the original traces of Wanyan.
The Mystic Deconstruction patterns beneath his eyes swirled wildly, revealing for the first time Ultimate sense of resentment and coercion. "If you remove everything, birth—"
Before the words were even finished, the latter part of the meaning and the derived thoughts were all withdrawn from their foundation and vanished into thin air.
It forced itself to start the deduction again, but as soon as the thought of "what if" arose, it all faded away.
Buzz!!! Fine cracks appeared on the edge of the Mystic Deconstruction Body. It was not that the physical body was damaged, but that the Fate Soul traces of all things were being continuously deconstructed, and the body completely lost its support for existence.
Crack!!! Cracks spread across his shoulders, arms, chest, face, and limbs. His translucent body was like a shattered ancient mirror, with each crack revealing unfinished deductions, incomplete paradoxes, and unresolved analyses.
Crash!!! The first transparent fragment fell and hung in mid-air, the remaining half of the law on the fragment slowly fading and dissolving.
Fragments fell and dissipated one after another, and Mystic Deconstruction's body disintegrated in large parts, with only its head and chest barely remaining intact. It stared intently at Wanyan, its eyes burning with extreme unwillingness, but it could no longer condense a complete question or a new deduction.
In an instant—collapse!!! Mystic Deconstruction's entire transformed human form shattered completely, and countless transparent fragments floated above the celestial disc, carrying countless unresolved solutions, before fading away one by one.
In the vast void, only a shallow crack remained, indicating that the Ultimate beast that had explored all laws and analyzed the origin had lost its foundation to stand on the Great Dao and continue to develop the Dao. At the same time, the Ultimate condensed dark light spot at Wanyan's fingertip had also completely reached the end of the origin.
With a gentle tremor, there was no explosion or sound, but the point of light split open.
Billions of tiny, almost invisible, silvery-white dust particles slowly dispersed in all directions. Wanyan's transformed human form faded away, its silver hair, robes, eyes—all the external features belonging to "Wanyan"—dissolved and returned to the dust particles. It did not perish, nor was it killed by any external force; it simply returned all the myriad possibilities that it had expanded outward to their original source.
The string network ceased to exist, the billions of evolved worlds vanished, and this transformed body also faded away. Even the clear self-awareness sank to the deepest part of the origin. What remained was only pure potential.
The entire battle arena fell into a chilling silence. Millions of cultivators stared intently at the void, the entire arena was completely silent. Just when everyone thought the battle was over, a tiny speck of light quietly moved amidst the scattered, floating silver-white dust.
The movement was so light and subtle as to be almost imperceptible, yet it caused Nameless and the Boundless Abyss Huang in the sky to simultaneously lower their gazes.
That movement was like the first breath of all things.
A thin, almost melting silver-white string slowly emerged from the boundless silence. It did not evolve into a world, nor did it give rise to cause and effect, nor did it spread into a second string; it simply hung alone in the void.
It carries only a most primal thought—that there could be a next time; ultimately, Wanyan could not completely erase the concept of "generation."
The very act of "revoking everything" creates new possibilities.
What will happen after it is withdrawn? This is the seed of the Dao, and the root cause of why Wanyan can never completely eliminate itself.
At this moment, Mystic Deconstruction was no longer able to examine or capture it. "Primordial Reversal" forced its Source Dao into complete stillness, and all the unfolding deconstruction power stopped.
In the center of the battle platform, only a slender silver string trembled slightly. The sound was faint and ethereal, yet incredibly clear, echoing between heaven and earth.
High in the sky, Nalan Yanqing silent for a long time. She looked in the direction where Mystic Deconstruction had disappeared, then her gaze fell on the faint, newly formed silver string, her eyes surging with an uncontrollable tremor.
A moment later, she slowly raised her heavy hand, her voice booming throughout the entire Myriad Worlds Graveyard. "Second round, first match." "Mystic Deconstruction, unable to continue sparring." "Wanyan— " She paused briefly, "Wins."
The entire venue erupted in a thunderous roar. Millions of cultivators stood up, their exclamations, cheers, and chaotic discussions blending into a deafening cacophony, one wave after another. Everyone understood the significance of this battle.
In the first round of confrontation, Mystic Deconstruction suppressed Wanyan from the root of logic. However, in the second round of actual combat, Wanyan was pressed step by step, dismantling, overturning, and reconstructing himself all the way, until he reversed his origin and took the rebellious step of Primordial Reversal. From infinite derivation, he came to complete withdrawal and finally turned defeat into victory.